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Carol Perkins: Next to the most Mother's Day memory: When someone tells you they love you 'next to the most in the world,' it can be the most comforting words in the world - a time when you couldn't be happier to take second place The next earlier Carol Perkins column: Carol Perkins: SCRAPPERS By Carol Perkins Another Mother's Day came and went and the good wishes on that rainy Sunday were flowing everywhere from email messages, Facebook, and personal greetings. "Happy Mother's Day" greeted me when one of my former students opened my car door at church. I was so impressed. The minister talked about good mothers and bad mothers and how much of a difference both can make. We seldom hear anyone say he or she had a bad mother, but we know they exist. For some reason, it is easier to criticize fathers and it is mothers. Even the most abused, neglected child, once in the court system, will usually cry for Mama, even though Mama isn't worth a dime. There is just something about a mother. My grandson Joseph is devoted to his mother. I know kids usually are, but his mother is like a princess to him and when she is around, he is always "telling or showing her something." He wants his mother close by just in case. Boys go through stages of wanting their mothers near and then reach a point where their father's suddenly have value. I do believe that Joseph will always think Carla is the star of the show and that is a good way to feel about your mother. One weekend Joseph was staying with us and at bedtime, which is always a ritual of postponement, he finally put his head on his pillow but became very talkative, once again cheating sleep. I kissed him goodnight and said, "Do you know that I love you more than the world." "Not as much as Mama does," he said matter-of-factly. "She loves me the most because she had me. I love her the most, too." Then he must have felt a little guilty because he then said, "But I love you next to the most." I was satisfied with next to the most. My Texas grandchildren adore their mother, too. I went with her to pick the children up from school one afternoon and she decided to show me their classrooms, so when we rounded the corner toward Luke's, he was coming around the corner toward us. When his eyes locked with his mom's, he dashed to her with a hug. I was next. It will not be many years before he will think he is too old for such display of affection in public. From the mothers' standpoint, they all have one thing in common, whether they are good ones or bad ones, and that is that they will never think they did the best they could have in bringing up their children. A mother's guilt is nagging and lingering and I have never met one who didn't experience a case of guilt. They suffer from the "I should have's." Perhaps the biggest regret of most mothers is not spending enough quality time with their children, especially those who work outside the home. At the end of the day, they regret the lack of hours spent talking and listening instead of cleaning and cooking. That is why mothers make such good grandmothers...they have learned what is important and it isn't a spotless house or money in the bank, although both are nice. As another Mother's Day went by, I once again am thankful that my children are good parents and their children adore them. I hope it remains that way all their lives. As for me, I am glad to be "next to the most." - Carol Perkins (Contact Carol at cperkins@scrtc.com or download her book Let's Talk About... in the Amazon Kindle Store) This story was posted on 2012-05-20 06:53:05
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